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nuggetofthesea · 3 days
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Iris and Animal HRT Part 2
EDIT: Part 1 is Ashe's comic linked below. Sorry for any confusion. I wrote this as a sequel to that comic.
Content Warning: Mentions of Death and heavy themes.
The doc closes the door, his last patient having left again. He looks discouraged as he had to sign off on a bunch more "crossroads" patients. He is tired, and as he closes the door he lets out a long sigh.
"You know… I have a door for a reason." He says before turning around.
A clear distress in his voice. He looks over to the back of the room. There he sees the witch, hat as big ever and looking through her notes. Her name is Iris.
Iris previously visited Dr. Erian in regards to her notes. Warning the doc to not tamper with the spells used for animal HRT.
Iris continues to read the notes. Not looking up at the doc or even giving any form of acknowledgement.
The doc speaks up again, saying "So what, here to threaten me again?"
Iris barely looks up at Dr. Erian. Her expression unchanging. And answers "No."
The calmness in her voice sending chills down the doc's spine. But the lack of acknowledgement and clarity get to the doc. He starts to get angry and shouts at Iris.
"Your friends… They are losing years of their life to your spells! I know as a medical professional you need me to distribute them. But I also have to follow procedure! And you keep threatening me if I don't sign off on this for them!"
The anger rising in his voice as he continues
"Do you even care about the harm this is causing to them!? How many years are being taken away from them? Do you even-"
"OF COURSE I DO!" Iris interrupts. Shouting furiously back at him and scaring the doc into silence.
"How do you think you found my notes in the first place, Doc? I needed you for this. I knew the risks of introducing this system." Iris proceeds to calm down, taking a deep breath as she continues.
"In the case of some of my friends, it literally saved their lives." As she thinks of Sophie's conditions that led to her taking mouse HRT. "And this isn't without hardship. I know it is hard for them. I know it means potentially losing them…" Considering Eris and Sabine's directions.
Iris begins to choke up a bit.
"…But you should have seen how it was before. They weren't happy. They came to us at wits end not feeling like they were where they wanted."
Iris closes the book slamming it on the table next to her.
"They wanted me to do a transformation spell on them. But I couldn't. My transformation spells are superficial at best. Mind stays the same, and is no different from putting on a suit. It doesn't fix the problem. So, I wrote the formula for the tablets."
She looks at the notebook with a sadness on her face.
"But the city deemed that that was a magic induced medicine, so I needed a licensed doctor to distribute them. So left the notes here. With THAT supply of charged crystals."
Iris points to a storage crate filled with glowing gemstones and crystals illuminating a corner of the room, but slightly faded. And losing their charge, slowly.
Iris speaks up again.
"I know it isn't a perfect solution. I know they still suffer so much with trying to adjust, and with JERKS that feel they can look down on them for this choice." As she slams her fist on top of the book. An injury previously unnoticed on her hand. Bruised knuckles, looking like she had punched someone or something on the way over.
A deep breath again as she collects herself and calmly states
"But you should see when they leave this office. Some of them the very idea has them smiling for the first time in a while. First time I've seen a genuine smile from them in a long time.
And besides…"
She begins to visibly calm down as she reassures herself.
"…most stop before the point of cutting down their life. And even the ones that go the full way, the tablets are designed so that as long as they keep up taking care of themselves, once the changes are far enough their health will be peak for the species they've chosen. While there are complications in the transformation process, even if they go all the way and end up with a shorter life span, they'll be able to live that remaining life to the fullest."
Dr. Erian begins to show concern, but has calmed down. Hearing the witch out this whole time, and taking her words to heart.
"So why then are you here now? I haven't experimented with the quick versions, and haven't gone against your notes."
"Though I do wish people would stop breaking into my office" He grumbles under his breath.
Iris points back to the crystals required to charge her spells.
"Those crystals are losing charge. I'm here to help resupply. You're going to need it."
Iris begins walking over to the crystals.
"And hey, let's keep this chat between us. I don't want to jeopardize the progress My friends have been making towards their happiness. You understand?" Dr. Erian nods, a little nervously.
Iris holds her book and holds out her hand in front of her. Magic then spreading from her fingers into the crystals below. The crystals react by bursting with light once again.
-Part 2 End-
This is my first piece of writing and it was based on all the Animal HRT. I was seeing others comics on it, but all I can do is write and Ashe said she was stuck on how to continue. This was fun to write as a sequel to Ashe's comic involving Iris. (@iristhedarkwitch comic by @darkmagenugget)
Outside of this, I am probably going to do more transformation, cyberpunk, and fantasy stories. But just wanted to test write something. Feedback is appreciated. Glad to exist. ^-^
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mischiefm4n4ged · 24 hours
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Wolfstar argue too
Sirius: can we just stop arguing for once? Please Remus…
Remus: … *looks away and puts his hand over his forehead*
Sirius: i just wanna go back to how we were. Do you remember back in hogwarts?
Remus: …
Sirius: *gets closer* please moony, I don’t want to lose you, you’re everything I have. You are my family.
Remus: I- I love you, ok? I do… I just can’t forget how you spoke to me that day. Like my feelings are insignificant to you. Like you never really cared about me, like I’m here just to… I don’t know… im just here until you find someone better, more suitable for you. So you just don’t really care about how you make me feel. It’s all temporary in your mind.
Sirius: ive told you many times that’s not the truth! you’ve always been like this! I’m never good enough for you!
Remus: this is the problem with you! You’re proving my point! You always make it about yourself sirius! It’s all about you! All the time! Because i am fucking insignifiant to you!
Sirius: I never said that! You’re not insignificant… you’re just… there’s always something wrong and it worries me. Actually… Im starting to feel our relationship getting dull because you’re always sad. We never talk about anything you’re just needy.
Remus: we do talk. We do.
Sirius: okay, tell me what we talk about. Tell me! All we talk about is your wolf thing and all you do is sleep and take drugs.
Remus: wow, okay. Well maybe you shouldn’t be with me then maybe you should, as I said, find someone better.
Sirius: for fucks sake
Remus: all I wanted was to tell you how your words hurt me the other day, but I guess hoping for a genuine apology was stupid of me. Please, just leave me alone. *tears in his eyes*
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threadsun · 9 months
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Super meant to expand on this earlier but I had work to do
Joseph would take the most convincing of your harem to drink your blood. Not because he doesn't want to! He's just so fucking scared he's gonna hurt you. He also doesn't have any real sadistic tendencies like almost every other member of your harem, Ian doesn't really get anything out of it either. If you want Joseph to fulfil his dreams of tasting your blood you have to taste his first
You hold the beautiful ritual knife firmly in your hand, gently brushing the sharp edge against Joseph's collar bone, reveling in the way his hips squirm under you. You ask him one last time if he's ready for this, he chuckles "Born ready doll, please, I've been so sinful, please purify me" Always so quick to beg, you lean down and give him a quick kiss before trailing your kisses downward. With how loud he get when you reach his neck your half tempted to stay there and redefine his hickeys, but you move on. You trail your lips down to right over his heart, warmth filling you as you feel his heart beat against your lips
You sit up once more, making sure to straddle his hips with your own. You love Joseph, and you trust him fully, but you know he can't control the way his hips buck for you. It's cute, how much he needs you, how honest he always is. You trace the tip of your knife over his heart, taking this moment to remind him you're only cutting deep enough to make him bleed, you'd hate to hurt one of your boyfriends "I know, please, please make me bleed for you. I need it, I didn't know how much I needed it until you brought it up. Please, cut me open"
He's already breathless and you've barely even touched him. You can feel his hardened cock press against you through his jeans as you lean down ever so slightly. You're definition of careful, sure you could damn near bring people back from the dead but the thought of causing him more pain than you promised makes you feel queasy. You lightly press the knife into his skin, cutting through like butter
The cut isn't very deep but it's already overflowing with his rich blood. You lean down further, gently lapping up the blood that cascaded down his chest before bringing your lips up to the source, lightly sucking on the wound to drink up more of his blood. You're brought back up from your revery by Joseph's bucking hips "Sor-Sorry, so sorry, can't help it, fuck please don't stop" He's devolved into a whimpering mess, his massive hands gripping onto the headboard like it's his only life line
He whines as you pull your lips from his wound. You give it one last kiss before watching it stich back together as if you never even touched. You look up at Joseph, his eyes are filled with tears and desperation, silently begging you for more. You can't help but take pity on him. You lean up to his neck, sinking your teeth into that one spot right below his ear that makes him see stars. An endless string of thank yous leave him as he cums in his pants, aided by your knee lightly grinding against him, helping him ride out his orgasm
You softly kiss his tears away as he comes down from his high. You reach over to your night stand and grab the glass of water you prepared earlier. You tip the glass to his lips and he obediently drinks from it. You chuckle and remind him you didn't tie his hands to the head board this time, he lets out his own chuckle before letting go of the head board and wrapping his arms around your waist. You remind him of his cum soaked pants "Later...wanna hold you. Is that ok?" You tell him of course and snuggle into his chest, listening to his heart beat as you two relax in his after glow
I did it again, this was supposed to just be a headcanon drabble thing. I don't know how I got here
😳👀🥵 HOW are you so good at this????? Losing my goddamn mind over subby masochist Joseph!!! He's so needy and desperate and god I love him soooooo much!!!
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karoochui · 8 months
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Someone on instagram pointed this out to me by asking if this drawing was a reference to this video and im crying laughing. Ive never even seen this video before today. What are the odds
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 2 months
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i really, really feel like we don’t talk enough about the columbiahalle performance of standing next to me
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wannabemylover · 8 months
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rewatching the first episode of Hannibal and holy shit I forgot how good this is but it's actually insane that Brian fuller set up the ep like this, he introduces will and Hannibal by first briefly showing them at their core, at the darkest, most vile part of them---we get a glimpse behind the curtain---and then its gone, the curtain is snapped shut and we see their masks, their human suits.
Will empathizes with killers because he likes it, and he wants to kill but he refuses to give into the urge because he knows how much he'll like it and he won't be able to stop. So he lives vicariously through other killers, satisfying his own dark urge by feeding it little morsels of secondhand blood lust. Every crime scene he works gives the urge something that satisfies it, not enough for it to grow, but enough for it be sate. Enough that he can ignore it for long enough that he can walk around and be Professor Will Graham who is Weird, Brash, and Non-sociable.
And Hannibal is a cannibal at night and a psychiatrist by morning.
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katiemakena · 3 months
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The only one I remember
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wrestletotheground · 2 months
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*EYES POP OUT OF SOCKETS* *JAW HITS THE FLOOR* *EYEBROWS HIT THE ROOF* *SHOTS FIRED* *RUNNING UP THE WALLS* *WOMEN SCREAMING* *POLICE SIRENS* 🚨 NEE NAW NEE NAW 🚨 EVERYONE ON YOUR KNEES HANDS IN THE AIR EMPTY YOUR POCKETS
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sibylsleaves · 1 year
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from the love to the lightning
5k | rated T | read on ao3
But when Buck tried to ask him if everything was okay with him, Eddie just said, “Me? Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?"
And Buck really didn’t have an answer for that so he let it go.
Because Eddie doesn’t hide that stuff from him, anymore. Not since the day Buck broke down his bedroom door and found him sobbing in a heap on the floor.
So when Eddie says everything’s okay, Buck believes him.
or, after the lightning strike, Buck recovers. Eddie doesn’t.
Healing is slow. Buck knows this. He’s done this before. Last time, he was too eager, probably, to get back to work.
This time, he’s learned how to be patient.
The first week, his parents hover around the loft, offering to do anything and everything for him, even though Buck is definitely capable of microwaving his own soup and fetching his own pillows. But he can’t deny it’s nice to have their attention. Their care. Although he can’t help but be afraid that the minute they get on the plane back to Pennsylvania, it will evaporate again.
The rest of the 118 gets back to work, and Buck surprises himself by only feeling a little jealous that they get to be out there while he’s stuck on his (brand new) couch. After their parents depart, Maddie takes a few extra days off from dispatch to make sure Buck’s taken care of, although he suspects it’s more to keep him company than anything.
But actually, Buck’s days are far from lonely. Because most of them—the weekends and the afternoons, anyway—he spends with Chris. Sometimes Chris and Carla. Sometimes Chris and Eddie, when he’s not on shift. And sometimes just the two of them.
It’s strangely like the time they spent together after the tsunami. Chris is older now, of course, almost a full-blown teenager instead of a round-cheeked eight-year-old, but he’s just as attached to Buck now as he was then. Maybe even more so.
When Buck heard about the ICU caper that Chris, Eddie, and Carla managed to pull off during Buck’s time in coma dream purgatory, he almost started crying on the spot. When he asked Chris about it, Chris just said, “I had to talk to you.” Like that was that.
“I’m really glad you came to see me,” Buck told him. “Even if it was against the rules. I heard you, you know. Your voice, telling me I had to come back. I heard it.”
“I knew you would,” Chris said, and Eddie, who was standing by the kitchen door watching them, looked away.
It’s nice, that Chris wants him around so much. Buck really doesn’t have much else to occupy his time while he recuperates, and it’s pretty hard to feel sorry for yourself when you’re hanging out with the coolest kid in L.A. They even go to PT appointments together, because Buck got a referral for Chris’s clinic, since they specialize in neurologic physical therapy.
“Hey, hope you two are hungry!” Eddie greets as Buck and Chris tromp through the door after a particularly rough session. 
“Starving!” Chris exclaims.
Buck looks at the takeout boxes on the dining table. “Is that Tito’s? Did you get—”
“Chili con carne?” Eddie asks, reaching into one of the bags and pulling out a foil-wrapped burrito.
Buck loves him so much in this moment he wants to cry. Instead, he takes the proffered burrito, but he must be staring a little too much because Eddie drops his gaze and starts digging in another bag for chips.
“What’d you two get up to today?” Eddie asks as Buck and Chris both sit down. 
Christopher launches into a blow-by-blow of their day. Eddie laughs and smiles and makes jokes in all the right places, but Buck can’t shake the feeling that something is off. 
It’s a feeling he’s been having ever since he got out of the hospital.
(keep reading on ao3)
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muzarry · 1 year
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HUNTLOWS!!! THE HAND ON HER WAIST!!!
THE HAND ON HER WAIST!!!
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THEY'RE SOOOO 🥺🥺🥺
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emomoth21 · 6 months
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rewatching Bride of Reanimator and God I'll never get over the scene where Herbert is literally giving Dan a heart
yes it's Megs but you know damn well that was his way of giving Dan his own heart
I see so many people headcanon Herbert as super mean to Dan and unable to understand affection but he did shit like this and is constantly giving Dan physical affection
he's not nearly as cold as people make him out to be, especially to Dan
He is so fucking in love its crazy
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mochiwrites · 3 months
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why superhero plots hard to create
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asexualsunny · 1 year
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"sorry If I tell you my boyfriend's name the narrative heavily implies he will kill you later on :(" this is like What
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fluentisonus · 2 months
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working full time with normal hours has convinced me more than ever that actually high school Could have been a sane & even enjoyable time for me if it weren't for the homework. sick & twisted tbh
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anyone else think it's insane that folie a deux -- which literally means "the shared delusions of two"-- opens with "I'm coming apart at the seams/Pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams"
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temporarystay · 2 months
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Having a historical fashion hyperfixation is so much fun! You look at silly images of what people used to wear! And you throw up, cry, and lose your mind over dresses that please your neurodivergent brain!!
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